On the Edge

 Sometimes,

     not so sure

       where I stand

         on the edge

of two worlds

    in and out,

      one moving,

         one so still.

On the edge

    one pushing,

      one pulling,

        contending

for the space

    under my feet

      here and there

          always here.

Here and there

     visible

        and unseen,

          clay and spirit

touching earth

     with heaven,

       ordinary

         and glory.